Blackfeather Woods Wyrd

Walking through the woods felt strange now, his eldest son having gone off to live his life elsewhere. The exact reasoning for his decision was a mystery to everyone, even the boy’s father. He’d not pressed for an answer at the time, having not seen a reason to do so. As he trailed through the woods presently, however, he wondered. Something had happened, he was sure, but the what wasn’t something so easily discovered. It bothered the man and made him feel concerned, both for Xan and the rest of his children. He could think of no one that he might have angered, no one that would harm a child, but there grew within the back of his mind paranoia, anyways.

It was towards his family’s den that he’d headed in, leaving his previous thoughts behind for another time. Surely he would speak with Nemesis about it later, maybe see if she might know more than he did. As he’d neared the densite, his attention was pulled towards the movement of a pale form, which he’d recognized immediately as being his son. Copper eyes trailed up towards the canopy, eyeing the birds just as his son seemed to be doing, then looked back towards the boy and continued his approach.

“Innik,” Kove voiced, leaning towards the boy and nudging him gently once he’d crept close enough. “Suvet?” The birds didn’t seem to be causing any trouble, but perhaps they’d done something to the child. He wondered, too, if Keelut might have seen something unusual, and maybe that was why he was staring at the birds.